On one hand...

Begging for forgiveness
is the best thing I can do,
for a heart is not the newest thing:
I weep and so can you.

Still I wonder how I lost,
though grief is swept away,
another world is all the same,
the risk is here adhered.

On the other..

Deeply do I slumber
within your numbing grasp,
feel without the antennae
the casual and the crass.

Experience has taught me
one should tremble yet,
my enemy's destroyer
is warming me just yet.